Treasure Island

Aldo Kraas

(July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

Watch Over Me


Watch over me
I am growing up
I am leaving my younger days
I am growing old
I am going into my senior years
Watch over me
When I am sleeping
Watch over me
Through the day
Watch over me
When I am feeling kind of low and breathless
I move slowly like a turtle
A body of water surrounds me where I swim
The gulls are fishing the fish from this body of water
I sunbath in this beautiful island
Beautiful sunsets each day I come in contact with
The sky looks like a magical paint
Watch over me
When I am sick
Watch over me
When you put the smiles in my face
I can’t no longer remember you
My memory is not good anymore; it is fading away like a broken Computer without its memory
I am getting frail, I am getting on
I sit and wait for my Lord to take me home
With the end of my life
I live the last days
In the arms of the Lord I will find comfort here
I will soar like gulls in the blue sky
I am relaxed, all my worries and my pains are now gone
That’s because I am home with the Lord for now and forever amen
Haven is my home now and I have nothing to fear anymore
Because haven is full of his glory

Submitted: Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Edited: Monday, November 01, 2010

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